"How still it is!" she whispered. "How still!"
Then she waited a moment and listened at the stillness. The robin, who had flown to his treetop, was still as all the rest. He did not even flutter his wings; he sat without stirring, and looked at Mary.
"No wonder it is still," she whispered again. "I am the first person who has spoken in here for ten years." (c)
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Book "The Secret Garden" by Frances Hodgson Burnett
(1911)